Cadaverous Contingency - Molesting Hands

Force your hand on those weeping at the altar.
The ones who place their trust in you, beaten and violated.
Molester of faith, you groom and wait for their pure trust.
Screaming for the absolution of what they know is right.
Open hearts over-pouring with the sewage of your lies.
Soaked in misery. Fed by the hands that dance upon your sickness.
Empty your heart into the offering plate.
Empty your heart into the offering plate.
And watch the hand of god steal everything you own.
No more love, no rest, no peace, no help unless you pay up.
Conditional. Invested debilitation. Receiving depravity.
Forsake yourself. Feeble and weak, praying for peace.
Placing your heart in molesting hands.
As they sing, they prey upon your fragile life.
Feeble and weak. They sing, they prey upon your fragile life.
Force your hand, molester of trust.
Open hearts over-pouring with the sewage of your lies.
That I am not enough, that god is supreme.
That he holds the key, I’m taking it back.
And force you to empty your veins into my offering plate.
I won’t be found on my knees.
Empty your heart into my offering plate you trite motherfucker.